his dark eyes
Cause a fire of magenta sparks
his hands
Generate a wave of magnetic force
Such that the plumed serpent appears
God of the wind
Then it was I dreamed that I was entwined with
The feathered serpent
God of the dawn
Rattling the heavens
Renting the air with his screams
And when the tip of his feathered wings appear
Dancing over the red earth
produces an earth streaming with blood
But then the gentle rains fall
under the amber flash of his eyes.
God of the morning dawn
One morning to see your eyes
Before we are consumed by divine fire,
ashes turning into birds
and our hearts, the morning star.
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